Chairs for giants.The building sits around me. I, tired, sit despite it. In its hollow. There is wrought iron staircase with one sided railing going up to a…Mar 21, 2021Mar 21, 2021
A butterfly flutters it’s wings on my chest, it has weight of a thousand branches.Feb 7, 2021Feb 7, 2021
SequesteredLike a minor sovereign of a nested away kingdom, his mother locks up the door to the roof.Jul 25, 2020Jul 25, 2020
What is a better time to write? I ask myself.Not from a production point of view, productivity be damned. I am not a professional and therefore not productive. So the physiological…Jul 19, 2020Jul 19, 2020
Un-jailLike in that joke, whereas I see him behind iron bars, It is I who are imprisoned.Jul 15, 2020Jul 15, 2020
